My heart matters to God. My heart has always mattered to him.

The story of your life is the story of the long and brutal assault on your heart by the one who knows what you could be and fears it.

A wound that goes unacknowledged and unwept is a wound that cannot heal.

Deep in his heart, every man longs for a battle to fight, an adventure to live, and a beauty to rescue.

The true story of every person in this world is not the story you see, the external story. The true story of each person is the journey of his or her heart.

Security is not found in the absence of danger, but in the presence of Jesus.

Faith looks back and draws courage; hope looks ahead, and keeps desire alive.

She is the crescendo, the final, astonishing work of God. Woman. In one last flourish creation comes to a finish with Eve. She is the Master's finishing touch.

In the end, it doesn’t matter how well we have performed or what we have accomplished—a life without heart is not worth living.

Caring for our own hearts isn't selfishness; it's how we begin to love.

A man's calling is written on his true heart, and he discovers it when he enters the frontier of his deep desires.

Jesus made everything so simple and we have made it so complicated. He spoke to the people in short sentences and everyday words, illustrating His messages with never-to-be forgotten stories.

Matt is a tortured soul, ' Amanda insisted. 'He's Heathcliff and you're Cathy. He's Rochester and you're Jane Eyre. He's-''Darcy and I'm Elizabeth. I get it. And you're wrong.

Sometimes it's right to do the wrong thing.

Of course the law's not racist.

I'm an indestructible master of war.

I think the deeper truth is that the Kyoto Protocols will not be followed by anyone really and that, in effect, nothing will be done to reduce carbon dioxide and other greenhouse emissions.

We, in Africa, have no more need of being 'converted' to socialism than we have of being 'taught' democracy. Both are rooted in our past -- in the traditional society which produced us.

Under the influence of fear, which always leads men to take a pessimistic view of things, they magnified their enemies' resources, and minimized their own.

Perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

If it doesn't fart or eat hay, she isn't interested.